I've blogged about this in the past, but it is this time of year that brings back so many memories of my Grandpa, John Kochrian. This year in particular there are a lot of thoughts about him as well as my Grandma Virginia. My parents just bought a new home (finally) which is about a 30-40 minute drive to my Grandma's. She is 89 years old living in a 55+ trailer park where my parents were living to assist her and where my aunt and uncle live to also help her. So, since Auntie Dianne and Uncle Mike do a lot of traveling (to visit my cousins or for leisure) they aren't as available. Mom and dad moving has also made it so that it was time for a decision to be made. It was time for Grandma to move to an assisted living apartment. I think this hit all of us very hard, but not nearly as hard as Grandma. I've only seen Grandma cry a small handful of times. The first few times was when Grandpa was dying and at the last days of his life. The latest time was when I was visiting her at her home, the only home I've ever known my grandparents to have ever lived in, and she started to fall apart when she said, "This is the last connection of your Grandfather that I have." Broke my heart. She's been scared and worried to make this move. This LIFE move.
But I was invited to bring Farrah to her new place this last Sunday. The place does programs constantly to keep them busy and LIVING their LIVES! They had an early Easter Egg Hunt and Brunch. Farrah and I got busy by stratagizing. I sent Farrah far off from where the other kids were eyeballing the very visible eggs, forgetting there was another 1000+ square feet to rummage through. She faired very well. When we looked outside, that was when the memories of Grandpa came flooding in. Where were the eggs that were supposed to be hiding IN the tulips? Where were the eggs that were hiding in the much too high grass? Where were the eggs hiding in the gutter drain? This would be Grandpa John's way of thinking. Get the kids on the verge of tears and then lead them in the right direction.
Anyway, the egg hunt went well and Farrah was kind enough to point out some eggs to a little boy who showed up a little late so he wouldn't go without.
Grandma seems to be adjusting and actually seems excited about all the upcoming activities that are totally up her alley. She's going to be okay. I will forever miss her home that I've always known was a second home for me while growing up, but again, it'll be okay. :)